D.O.P.-T.

I was thinking I'd have to water the grass tomorrow, but we had at least one shower in the early hours. (Los Altos didn't.) I woke up late this morning; there was a fringe of damp on the concrete where the lawn meets the driveway, and the newspaper was bagged and had preserved a damp patch under it. Prudence was waiting eagerly on the porch for her breakfast, and Monty was sitting sentinel at the end. He checked the food was safe for her, then melted away around the corner.